Lyrics
Yea
Yea
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Bows keep coming in and out the trap
I'll be rich I'll still have what you need my head ain't into rap
Got this bitch a brand new louis bag she sucked me up in Saks
Ain't no cheap shit I put VS on my name cost 20 racks
Ain't no free shit gotta pay for this and I ain't taking half
Bro you know I need a lot of Ps so please make sure they flat
Only last me bout a couple weeks this shit been going fast
Stay behind me while I'm in the lead cus I been running laps
I just upgraded my living put my team up on my back
We been starving now I'm in control and ima make these racks
Fuck a hellcat I want Lambos Ventador to be exact
Tinted windows with the glocks we keep our sticks up on our laps
60 thousand all in 20s so you know we moving tact
I spend racks up in designer stores for shit I never had
I spend racks up on designer bags your trap ain't never have
This bitch ass so fat you should've seen the way she throw it back
I'm a player so I keep it player never been a rat
All these niggas flex on instagram you gotta stop the cap
I ain't saying that you niggas broke but where is all the cash
I ain't saving none of your lil bitches ima give 'em back
Back to work these niggas hating so I gotta keep a strap
How you live and you ain't got no hustle no explaining that
Know it's hard to keep up with my image don't fuck up your stash
Made it far but you can't fit my shoes these bitches cost a stack
Know the facts, I came out the struggle made a 100 yea
Know the facts, if you try to touch me get you outta here
Matter fact, I don't gotta say too much they know the deal
I was walking round with 20 in my pocket before the deal
Brody dealing with some real shit so he keep on poppin' pills
Know a youngin' he ain't never have shit so he rob and kill
I know you ain't never been through shit so you don't know the feel
He don't know no better he think all the drugs gon' help him heal
Went to Mazza I put 30 on my neck it gave me chills
I'm a hood nigga but when I'm in LA I'm in the hills
I make good figures but I'm hoping with this rap I make a mill
I'm a drank sipper so when you bring the pint make sure they sealed
I'm a goat, in my city you know I'm putting on
Know I'm stuntin' hoe, Moncler for the winter when it's cold
What you smellin' for? you know that it's gas it's gon be gone
Go ahead mail it bro, once it lands you know i get them calls
I'm a player so I keep it player never been a rat
All these niggas flex on Instagram you gotta stop the cap
I ain't saying that you niggas broke but where is all the cash
I ain't saving none of your lil bitches ima give 'em back
Back to work these niggas hating so I gotta keep a strap
How you live and you ain't got no hustle no explaining that
Know it's hard to keep up with my image don't fuck up your stash
Made it far but you can't fit my shoes these bitches cost a stack
Yea
For the world just made this beat
Yea
Mm
Writer(s): Selfmade Kev
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